As Xiao Fan turned his gaze toward that spot, he swiftly flew over.
Soon, Xiao Fan landed before a small hill within the valley. Looking down at it, a trace of mockery flashed through his eyes. He clenched his right hand, gathering Dou Qi over his fist.
As he moved, an enormous fist materialized in the empty air behind him, brimming with tremendous might.
"Just an artificial hill. Break!"
Xiao Fan stared coldly at the hill beneath him and shouted. He punched downward with his right fist, and the enormous fist behind him descended in turn, smashing into the artificial hill.
Boom!
The enormous fist struck the artificial hill, bringing a faint layer of runes into view. Beneath Xiao Fan's fist imprint, however, those runic markings were as flimsy as paper and were effortlessly shattered.
With the runic markings destroyed, the artificial hill could no longer withstand Xiao Fan's force and began crumbling from the top down.
"Insolence! Who dares act so brazenly on this old man's territory?!"
Just as the fist imprint continued crushing the artificial hill, a powerful rebuke rang out. A stream of pale-blue Dou Qi shot out from within the hill, completely blocking Xiao Fan's descending fist imprint.
Xiao Fan's expression did not change in the slightest at the sudden appearance of this expert. It was all within his expectations. Since those Black-Robed Men had dared speak that way, the "lord" backing them was likely at least a Dou Zong; otherwise, he would never have dared bargain with Xiao Fan.
As the fist imprint dissipated, a muscular figure flew out of the remaining half of the artificial hill and hovered in the air opposite Xiao Fan.
Through the destroyed top of the artificial hill, a vast underground space could also be glimpsed. With the view still